Saturday, October 16, 2010

Today while reading Twitter ,two different tweets have revealed me a real perspective of the humankind.Probably here in the binary world I have the unlimited power and the freedom to connect worlds, stories and moments of life that have nothing in common.Here I see one single tragic story about ourselves. I see a woman dying and a choir of blind angels singing. I am watching both videos in the same time. One is silent and one has music. I recommend you to watch them in the same way...

We preach the online communion of intelligence and emotion, but we are incapable to experience the real communion in the real life. We are the creators of the unlimited social networks , but we are living in a such disconnected world. We are developing fabulous technologies to fly in space and to read our minds, but we know so little about our souls.What we want to achieve ? Where we want to go ? How we define a human value ? How we define ourselves ?

"Maricica Hahaianu was taken off life support and pronounced dead"32 year old Maricica Hahaianu got into an argument with an Italian over a ticket in Anagnina metro station. She hit her head when she fell to the ground after the 20 year old aggressor punched her. A video shows her lying on the floor for a long time as no one in the metro station intervened to help her.

masakepic , Brighton, EnglandI'm amazed people ignored it completely, in broad daylight, especially when she didn't get up. Not everyone is like that. / ajnabee equally sad was/is the total indifference to it by the part of bystanders, the government, and the public in general.

Eric Whitacre put together a choir of 185 singers from 12 countries who never sang together until their voices were edited together. Here they perform Whitacre’s composition Lux Aurumque.via Sorin Grumazescu

In the end, I will kindly ask you to stay HUMAN, to stay AWAKE, to stay GOOD.

We have timewe have time for all.To sleep,to jog right and leftto regret our mistakes and make a mistake againto judge others and we absolve ourselveswe have time to read and writeto correct what we wrote, to regret what we wrotewe have time to make plans and do not respect themwe have time to make illusionsand rummage through their ashes laterwe have time for ambitions and diseasesto blame destiny and detailswe have time to watch the clouds, advertisements or some accidentwe have time to get away questionsto postpone the answerswe have time to crush a dream and reinvent itwe have time to make friends and lose themwe have time to take lessons and then forget themwe have time to receive gifts and not understand themwe have time for allIs no time for a little tendernessand when to do it, we die.